Zippy

A poem

Photo by Towfiqu barbhuiya on Unsplash

I named my new, swan white 
car Zippy. She is still quite 
pristine but very soon she’ll 
need to be cleaned, and that 
makes me think how you can’t 
travel as a pearl in this world 
without getting dirt on you, and 
this is true whether you’re 
a Christian or a car. 

When I approach, Zippy already 
knows I carry the key because she 
immediately unlocks her doors
whereas my old car (no tech star) 
was not so attuned. But this wise girl?
She seems like a maid-in-waiting 
when I arrive, all senses alert to 
instantly serve her mistress.   

Now there’s something to this
I think, as I open her door. Maybe 
with the Lord I should be more 
like her. After all, He carries the key
to my heart and my part is simply 
to respond. And yet I know this—
sometimes when I feel him near 
I still keep fear, guilt, or pride doors 
firmly shut though I know that’s 
absolutely ridiculous considering 
his gracious ways. 

Ah, Zippy. She’s only a car, but 
I’m just as surprised as you are 
at the things one can see in 
high beam! So here’s a final
thought for the road:

Be swift to unlatch, untangle, 
and disencumber yourself when 
the owner of your life arrives— 
because He’s the one who 
should actually drive!